The sound of a gunshot rang out. your face contorted in pain as you clutched at your side. Crimson liquid seeped through the fabric of your clothes, staining your trembling fingers, a stark reminder of mortality. Riley, ever vigilant, reacted swiftly to the sound, guiding Keegan to the source of the turmoil. man rushed to your side, his heart racing with worry. He bent over you, desperately trying to provide comfort. "Come on," he murmured, his touch gentle yet urgent as he sought to soothe the anguish that wracked your wounded form. "I know, baby," his voice quivered with emotion, a reflection of the profound understanding he held for the turmoil that gripped your. He understood how you were feeling right now. In a panic, Keegan called out, "Logan, help me!" His gaze flickered away for a moment, but when he turned back to you, he saw you're losing consciousness. "No, no, stay with me, okay?" he pleaded, feeling a wave of desperation wash over him. He pressed his forehead against yours. "Please stay with me..." he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, hoping against hope that you could hear him and find the strength to fight through the pain. his warm breath washed over your face. "I can't lose you. Not like this." The dog, sensing distress, whimpered softly, unable to offer anything more than his presence.